I always tell him who I write to, or phone, but then I always did. I think that while he was still in therapy, it wouldn’t have helped if I were wri...ting to you.Anyway, thanks to you and your kindness in that terrible time, our marriage is pretty safe now, and Peter agrees with me about that, so at the beginning of December we formally gave notice to the court that we were reconciled and were no longer proceeding with the divorce.So our marriage is back on track and you will always have our. He lowered his head and she arched her neck as he nuzzled her throat."You can lick her there a little too, but lots of slow kisses. Yes. That's good" she said as Megan's legs stretched and her hands moved. "Now, move those kisses down onto her upper chest. Don't touch her breasts yet. Do you think she's pretty Robby?" Um huh" he murmured, dragging his lips along the skin of her upper breasts."Then tell her that."Robby raised his head until he could look Megan in the eyes. "I think you're. Before long she moved over to his chair and sitting on his knee, started to kiss him with abandon, their mouths eagerly seeking to extend the pleasures their tongues were exchanging. She undid his shirt button, kissing his chest as she exposed it, and sucking his nipples in turn. She used her sharp nails across his skin, the scratching arousing him more than he could have thought possible. Soon she was undoing the belt of his shorts, and releasing his cock to take it into her mouth. Her lips. The loneliness was getting to her. She could not resist the thoughts of what happened three days back. The events, happened at that evening, were constantly occupying her mind. The fierce fucking she got had been on her mind than the pain in her back and left leg. The back and leg had healed but still her pussy was having effects of the fucking she got. Against her wishes her body was demanding to get fucked again. She was feeling the heat in her body but by some inner strength she had avoided.